(autobiographical comic poetry... p.s. i don't do this anymore)
It is Five AM, I'm gone Bunny Blastin
While it may seem cruel, makes me feel fantastic!
As the Sun rises my tired eyes widen.
Thrice I've cleaned my deathstick- like the trident of Posiden
An animal dies, I feel more alive
As it screams out and cries
I rush to seal it's eyes.
So it won't tell god it was murdered by a man
and which man.
murdered for pleasure, forordained nintendo gamed.
I only shoot with a twenty-two
a big jack rabbit can take more than one or two.
and still hop along, ears hung low
trying to hide in the brush below
but as it whimpers, its own eulogy
I've followed its trail of blood and pity
for itself, and its desire to live.
to survive and mate and bring up kids.
yes, it can.
It can make me sad.
Am I so bad?
I blast bunnys to feel more alive
as it cries, i follow its whimpers, I seal its eyes
with humane point-blank bangs
and I am hypnotized, by the rapid leg-still-shakin
wondering if that bunny could still awaken
If it could speak what it might say?
and yes I wear a hat, as not to be tracked
from above and beyond- god frowns
looking down
from
Kolob-Land*
he understands the reason, this hobby -and
Wait! there goes another: Hopity-Hop-Hop BANG!
* http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kolob
It is Five AM, I'm gone Bunny Blastin
While it may seem cruel, makes me feel fantastic!
As the Sun rises my tired eyes widen.
Thrice I've cleaned my deathstick- like the trident of Posiden
An animal dies, I feel more alive
As it screams out and cries
I rush to seal it's eyes.
So it won't tell god it was murdered by a man
and which man.
murdered for pleasure, forordained nintendo gamed.
I only shoot with a twenty-two
a big jack rabbit can take more than one or two.
and still hop along, ears hung low
trying to hide in the brush below
but as it whimpers, its own eulogy
I've followed its trail of blood and pity
for itself, and its desire to live.
to survive and mate and bring up kids.
yes, it can.
It can make me sad.
Am I so bad?
I blast bunnys to feel more alive
as it cries, i follow its whimpers, I seal its eyes
with humane point-blank bangs
and I am hypnotized, by the rapid leg-still-shakin
wondering if that bunny could still awaken
If it could speak what it might say?
and yes I wear a hat, as not to be tracked
from above and beyond- god frowns
looking down
from
Kolob-Land*
he understands the reason, this hobby -and
Wait! there goes another: Hopity-Hop-Hop BANG!
* http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kolob
